Thursday, February 14, 2013


If I can describe what I feel in one word

You will think I am lying

Why you will ask

Because I play with you

Because I play with your mind

Because you intrigue me

Your mystery is my curiosity

I want to get to know every part of you

Not just your body

Your mind

Corrupt your heart

Steal its purity

Instill my impurity


I have to stop myself

If I am not careful

You will become my drug

You will be the one I want

Three times a day

Maybe more

I will dream of you

Dream of things I have not thought of in a while

While I still have the strength

You will remain

© thelma migue, 2013

A cizoepoetry collection

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